Monday

I wanted this to be true this morning. 

My morning thoughts in no particular order: 

It's way too early. I don't need to get up yet. 

I want to lay down for just two more minutes... 

which turned into 11 minutes. 

I am so sad to be awake. 

Why am  I awake? 

Do I really need to go to work? 

Why am I so sore? 

What did I do this weekend to cause so much soreness? 

And why did I do it? 

I have reached the point where my adult body does not recover nearly as quickly as my college body did. 

Can I call in sick? 

I mean, I am really sore.

And sad. So it's kind of like an emotionally sick day.

Is that unethical? 

Maybe I just need coffee. 

A LOT of coffee.

Luckily, my husband was extra kind and gentle with me this morning and helped ease the transition from the world of sleep & splendor to the world of AWAKE & MONDAY. meh. 

But thanks to my kind hubs, an experimental fishtail braid, a fun outfit, and lots of coffee... I made it. It was painful, though. 

Really, I am thankful that the Lord has given me another day... I just wish the day started two hours later. Or that I had gone to bed two hours earlier last night. 

Are mornings a struggle for anyone else? 

Sending energetic thoughts your way! Cheers to getting it done. One sip of coffee at a time. 

Much love,

xo The Attic

ps. image via Pinterest.